I am hoping that you can give me some podcast recommendations. I’ve listened to many podcasts and looking for some more.
Here is a list of podcasts I’ve listened to in no order off the top of my head. (I’ve probably forgotten some.)
○Welcome to Nightvale
○The Penumbra Podcast
○Alice isn’t dead
○Within the wires
○The Alexandria Archives
○The orbiting human circus
○King Falls AM
○The Bright Sessions
○The Black Tapes
○The Deep Vault
Here is a list of podcasts that are on my “To Listen to” list
■Hello from the magic tavern
■Myths and legends
■The Magnus Achive
■Tales of Thattown
I don’t ask for much in this world, I mean, I just want my otps to express their undying love and live the rest of their lives with like 20 kids ‘cause they enjoy making them and they are always happy and nothing goes wrong and they smile all the time.
“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get stress lines before you’re thirty.”
Clarke doesn’t even bother to glance over at Bellamy, who’s leaning against a tree and definitely not helping while she looks for the herb they came for.
“As if you’re one to talk,” she scoffs.
“I have a youthful glow,” he shoots back. “I’m going to continue looking twenty three even when I’m well into my forties.”
“If you live long enough to be forty,” she mutters under her breath.
There’s the sound of his foot hitting the undergrowth as he stands straight once more. “Clarke,” he says, the fond teasing cadence of his voice from before all but gone now.
“I know, I know. Stop talking about death so much.”
“You need to loosen up, princess.”
“I have no idea how to that.”
She can hear him shuffling around until he’s right behind her and she turns to look up at him, his overgrown fringe falling into his eyes like a sheepdog’s.
“Well,” he starts, “You can read a book, take a walk, try to knit. Maybe even join Harper for some beat time on the train dummy.” He pauses and then throws her a wicked smirk. “And there’s also sex of course.”
She doesn’t quite choke on nothing, but comes fairly close to it.
Zootopia /Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND Ch.29 Wins and Losses
(AN/ Hey guys it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of TAKE A STAND, sorry I’m a day late updating this fic but things have been complicated lately, anyway it’s time to celebrate because with 28 chapters this fic has accumulated over 1000 reviews! Thank you everyone for this it’s amazing that this fic got so popular, i really can’t believe it, thank you to everyone who like, faved, followed, reblogged and reviewed this fic, it really means a lot to me. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)
Jack heard the ignition of a car and raced outside to the parking lot to see Doug’s silver range rover skidding out onto the stormy streets of the meadowlands with a spray of rain in his wake, Jack rushed out into the middle of the road drew his pistol and fired six shots quickly at the tires of the SUV but failed to hit his mark. He scrunched up his face for a moment as another bolt of lightning lit up the sky, trying to figure out his next move. He quickly remembered the motocross keys he had in his pocket, he holstered his weapons, grabbed the keys from his pocket and ran to one of the bikes hoping he had straddled the right one, he put the key in the ignition and the engine burst to life. Jack revved the engine before racing off down the rainy street in pursuit of Doug on the sports motorcycle, certain of the fact that if Doug reached the opera house he would most certainly kill Trevor Moon.
The rain lashed against Jack and the bike as he sped down the road weaving between cars and vans to the sounds of horns and rumbling thunder, a lot of spray was being kicked up from the road by the vehicles making visibility poor but lucky for Jack the silver SUV was easy to spot due to erratic driving of assassin. “Savage to base, I am in pursuit of Ramses, suspect has killed Jenkins and is en route to the Meadowlands opera house in a silver range rover plate number 21DJJ87.”
“Jenkins is dead!? Jack where’s the rest of the team?” Skye asked hastily, breaching radio protocol.
prompt: ‘After Clarke is out of the COL, the delinquents are on their way to Arkadia. Clarke is exhausted and as she walks suddenly she collapses, but before she hits the ground Bellamy catches her and carries her back to their home.’ for anonymous
word count: 1101
It was just their luck that after everything, the Rover would be dead. Bellamy offered to lead a group to Arkadia to bring back a battery but Abby refused, wanting to get their people safely behind the walls as soon as possible. The Grounders weren’t actively seeking war against them, but there was enough tension that it was better if everyone went their separate ways as soon as possible. So they were walking, looking even worse than the group of people who came back from Mount Weather a month ago.
Bellamy walked in the middle of the group, unwilling to stray from Clarke’s side. It wasn’t that he thought she would leave, though the situation did stir up old feelings of loss and hurt from the last time they made a trip like this, and she left him standing at the gates. It was her pale complexion and the slight hitch in her step that betrayed her exhaustion. Octavia was at the front of the group, her sword held tightly in her hand, still stained with Pike’s blood. She frightened him. Bellamy never expected to even think those words, much less believe them.
“Clarke you should drink something,” Abby tried to encourage Clarke from the other side, holding out a canteen of water.
“I’m fine,” she said, pushing it away from her. “Other people need it more than me.”